“Oh, you can't help that,' said the cat. 'We're all mad here.”

“We're all mad here. Im mad. You're mad”

“We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.”

“It's like, we're here to help. If you're a Scientologist, you see life, things, the way they are, in all its glory, in all of its perplexity, and the more you know as a Scientologist, the more you become overwhelmed by it.”

“Are you still mad because i broke your phone" Jace said. "Because you broke my wrist, so i'd said we're even"
"It was sprained," Alec said. "Not broken, sprained”

“We are all on earth to help others. What on earth the others are here for, I can't imagine.”

“Dying - you can't do that to a cat.”

“You have no control over your cat! You can't say to your cat, "Cat, heel! Stay! Wait! Lie down! Roll over!" 'Cause the cat's just gonna be sitting there going, "Interesting words … have you finished?" While you're shouting all this to your cat, your dog's next to you, going … [mimes obeying all commands] "What the hell are you doing? I'm talking to the cat!"”

“For all the accomplishments of molecular biology, we still can't tell a live cat from a dead cat.”

“If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.”